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Today was a peppery kind of day. I bought a bushel of sweet peppers at the farmer’s market today and combined it with some other delicious pasilla peppers from Alchemy Gardens. I added to that peppers from my CSA at Evening Song Farm and my own poblano peppers. What does one do with all those peppers?
First, I washed seeded and cut up a bunch to freeze for later in the winter, when we need some homegrown peppers. These will remind us of the warm weather when gardening is but a dream.
Then I roasted a whole lot of the peppers. Some of them were fixed with garlic and extra virgin olive oil. We will have these with some homemade bread from the farmer’s market for dinner tonight.
Finally, I took some of the roasted peppers and canned them for use later on, much like you would buy in the store. These will be added to pasta or soup, or some other goodies in the coming weeks.
- Roasted Padron Peppers (cali-zona.com)
- Baked Stuffed Poblano Peppers w/ Mini Ears of Corn with Chili Lime Butter (beatcancer2010.wordpress.com)
- Chile Rellenos (chamoritamommaskitchen.com)
- Anaheim and Poblano Peppers (blogs.mcall.com)
Today at the Farmer’s Market we were just about to walk out the door when I spotted it…the table selling seeds. (Must be my gardener’s instinct). Lots and lots of different kinds of seeds. When I walked over and spoke to the mom that was with the kids at this table I learned a lot and thought that I would share for a very good cause.
The table belongs to a group of Shrewsbury homeschool kids that are conducting a fundraiser for the Vermont Farmers Food Center (a/k/a The Farmer’s Market) selling Fedco seeds. These kids –Silas Hamilton, Seamus and Avery Martin, Cedelle and Emmett Sirjane, and Manolo Zelkin with the help of parents, Licia Gambino Hamilton and Martha Sirjane are hoping to raise $3,500 to donate to the Center.
Since I’m not writing for the Rutland Express anymore (since they stopped publication) and I miss that ability to connect the cool things and people that I come across with people that might not know about them, I thought that I would post here about this group and their efforts in the hopes that folks in the area who plant their own seeds would take advantage of this fundraiser and help these kids with their goal. These kids are selling a variety of Fedco seeds (over 30 different types) to raise money for the Farmer’s Market to help with the work that remains to be done in and around the building and grounds. The kids have a table at the market and have set up and designed their own website http://seedsworthsowing.webs.com/ and Facebook page where they can be found at Seeds Worth Sowing. They’ve even hand stamped (in multi color, mind you) each and every one of their seed packets. Making a very delightful display as you can see.
You can purchase your seeds in person at the Farmer’s Market, or you can order them by mail and you can pick up an order farm locally from Pierce’s Store or Mount Holly Library. You can also download an order form while in your pajamas from the comfort of your own living room from their website (for my very lazy friends). If you mail in your order form, you can pick up your seeds from Pierce’s Store on March 21 from 3-6 p.m. or at the Mount Holly Library on March 24th from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. or at the Rutland Farmer’s Market on March 16th or April 6th from 10 a.m.-2 p.m. For the charge of mailing ($1.95 to $15 = $3.95 shipping fee; $16 & up = $5.95 shipping fee) they will even be happy to mail your seeds to you so you can just walk to the mailbox for your seeds. So, friends of mine that are not in Vermont and want seeds, go to their website, download the form, mail it in with your payment and wait for your seeds to arrive via the postal service from our lovely little state of Vermont.
The group extended its original order deadline to March 31st — so I encourage you to take advantage of getting some good seeds to get that garden started and help out an industrious group of kids with their ambitious (and totally doable) goal of raising $3,500. After all, any of us that shop at the Farmer’s Market will benefit from their hard work in raising these funds.
- What Kind of Seed Are You Sowing? (phenum01.wordpress.com)
- sowing seeds (balconyberlin.wordpress.com)
- What to do in March (digginwivdebb.wordpress.com)
- GARDENING: Winter seed sowing can be started now (cindyhelens.wordpress.com)
- Ladies and Gentlemen, Time to Start Seeds (prweb.com)
- 10 Easiest Vegetables to Grow from Seed this Spring (prweb.com)
So, I thought that I would take a few pictures of the bok choy recycling project that we have underway. I have about a dozen different bok choy ends in saucer trays on the plant rack. A large percentage of them have sprouted and some have tiny little bok choy plants growing from them as these pictures show. The cut ends also are beginning to sprout roots, so some of the bigger ones should be able to go into dirt in another week or so maybe.
It is pretty darned amazing to watch since it literally happens almost overnight. Hope you enjoy the updated pictures. It is my understanding that you can do this with celery as well, although I have not tried that myself.
- Weekly Seasonal Recipes: Baby Bok Choy (slowfooduo.wordpress.com)
This is what the first tomato from the garden (and from TJ’s biology project plants) looks like.
Isn’t it just beautiful???
While I had the camera out to take the picture of the tomato, I thought I’d take some pictures of the other things happening in the garden.
and a little tomatillo
Here’s okra flowering
and the little okra
Sometimes, taking your time and really paying attention pays off. You see things that you would normally breeze right over if you were operating at your normal speed. The other day, we were straightening things up on the patio for a party we were having and we went to move my pot of lettuce seedlings. Lo and behold, nestled in between the teeny tiny seedlings was a tiny toad. Seriously while he may look gigantic in this picture the little guy is only about an inch big. He was in the lettuce bed yesterday day and on the patio steps today. While I was watering he was jumping along next to me. I think that I might have made a friend.
Another little treasure I found while I was weeding and watering was a partial light blue robin’s egg. The occupant of this particular egg evidently has literally flown the coup, or at least I hope since the shell was on the ground.
The boys all left last night and by now are happily (I hope) sitting around a campfire eating dinner and laughing up a storm. They should have had most of the afternoon on the water since they split the 8 hour drive between last night and this morning.
Tom and I had a fairly productive day running some errands together with breakfast out and then gardening and doing yard work for the rest of the day. I was so busy attacking the weeds in my garden that the time just flew by and I didn’t realize how late it was until I smelled our neighbor’s dinner cooking. My tummy grumbled and we realized when we stopped that it was past 7 p.m.
We’re getting pizza and watching something on the computer… Calm, relaxing evening.
I remember the anticipation when we first planted this clematis plant in our flower bed here in Vermont. We (or at least, I) anxiously waited for the first bloom that first year. I remember that there was one, perfect, beautiful flower. Now, several years later, the plant is filled with more than a dozen blooms, each more beautiful than the first.
Gardening is patience. It is the ultimate test of one’s ability to watch, watch and see what happens. Sometimes, the results are spectacular and sometimes, they are not so good, and still sometimes, nothing ever comes to fruition.
I inherited my love of gardening from my grandfather, who was to the best of my recollection, an extremely patient man. He coaxed things to grow and he definitely had a green thumb. There are peach trees in my mother’s yard today that he planted from a pit from a fruit he had just finished eating. I remember it. I saw it and the tree that came from it. After more than 30 years, I still remember that and it still amazes me. He did compost before composting was the rage and he grew a backyard full of vegetable plants. He always took the time to carefully tend the plants and the results were, well, always well worth the effort.
I think of the garden as my “space” both physically and mentally. Today, the sun broke through the dark clouds and I felt compelled to spend an hour or so in the garden, planting, tending, remembering.
I bought these awesome, huge dahlia plants from our local Rutland Farmer’s Market, from a stand whose name presently escapes me. They were quite the bargain at 3 for $8.50 and beat out what was available at one third the size and almost $7 each from the local garden centers.
This afternoon, while in the garden, I went to water my seed trays which are in the coldframe/greenhouse we have in the garden. It was quite warm in there today and the seedling trays were in need of water. As I stepped inside to water them (I cannot stand straight inside of it) I was startled. It evidently was so warm and cozy in there that a snake had taken up residence and scared the wits out of me. My only thought was thankfully this happened when it did and not several minutes earlier, when I was on my hands and knees in there and would have been, more or less, face to face with it. That scenario played out in my head which would have provided Tom and the boys with plenty of good “make fun of Tammy” material. I figured that I would have jumped up, knocked my head on the wood bracing and knocked myself clean away, to be found sometime later by the boys or Tom, unconscious in the cold frame with a snake necklace.
Wow. Since I wrote last a lot has happened. I have survived my middle son’s class trip to Boston which I have not yet recovered from due to lack of sleep. The kids all seemed to have fun and except for feeling a little (okay a lot more than a little) out of the loop since I don’t know a lot of these moms and dads it was nice. Long, exhausting, but nice. We left our house at 5:45 a.m. Wednesday and got back 1 a.m. Friday. Yikes!
The infamous chicken door has been installed and is working. For those who are unfamiliar, as was I, we now have an automatic chicken door. It opens at sunrise (which this morning amounted to 4:55 a.m. or thereabouts when I heard the first crowing) and closes automatically at dark. While it will take a few days for Tom to actually believe that it is automatic (he is worried about those chickens) it is pretty darn cool. It closes slow enough to not guillotine the chickens (for which I am glad). I was worried that it might be okay, dark slam the door shut and pity the poor chicken that is stuck outside or far worse, has her front separated from her rear by the stainless steel door.
The chickens are laying a consistent dozen, usually more by one or two every day, although since the installation of the chicken door, Tom has banished them from the outer section of the coop where the food is kept so I fear chicken retaliation in form of an egg laying protest.
Gardening is going in, but boy I am tired. I have planted 2 long (and I mean long) rows of various potatoes with another to go in tomorrow. 3 rows of beans, snowpeas, swiss chard, spinach, chinese cabbage, mesclun salad, arugula, scallions, pumpkins, squash, corn, carrots and zucchini.
We have planted seeds for tomatoes, cukes, more pumpkins and I honestly don’t remember what else. I hope that my herb garden which is going to be a raised bed can go in tomorrow or during the week since I am anxious to get the basil started. Ahhh. Fresh basil.
Most of the planters are planted and we have some self-watering window boxes coming from Gardeners Supply which should arrive this week sometime.
The birdfeeders are filled and the hummingbirds are busily draining their feeders. Summer is slowly but surely coming to Vermont if you can survive the bloodsucking black flies.
We were at a barbeque yesterday where we were actually wearing fleece. Imagine wearing fleece during the day on Memorial Day Weekend! Wow. I am loving it here.
Pools open? Are you kidding me? Isn’t that July 4th around here?